Intimate Reflections of cucking husband

Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in cucking husband. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, cucking husband.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “cucking husband” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with cucking husband,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “cucking husband” baptism imaginable.